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Fear, not far from my bed
Due to our weak moral law
The perpetrator who becomes the victim
He may go home, cause theres a lack of room in jail
But when your daughter is r*ped
By such a coward in the night
You want right vs. suffer
Lifelong, thats concrete!
Fight for your right, but shes never coming back
Fight for your right and your lifes broken
They say its not too late yet
Therapy payed by the state
He gets a year, she lifelong
Doesnt dare to go on the street, shes so afraid
En then all of a sudden, the second time
Therapy failed, she doesnt live anymore
Lock em up! Water and bread
Lifelong, until death!